My mother died young.
She had grown up in the north of England, spent some ten years in the cotton mills, and came south when she married Dad, twelve years her senior, to work on a farm!
I imagine that she gave up an awful lot to make that transition, settling into a different culture and way of life, and with very little money to raise my brother and me.
I remember her as unaffected, unassuming and caring. I visit her grave from time to time, and thank God that, while she did not fully understand my commitment to follow Christ, neither did she stand in my way nor try to persuade me that I was being foolish.
Remembering her affection and support and recognising Mothering Sunday, I reproduce these verses from the Old Testament book of Proverbs, the final chapter, in a modern translation.
‘A good woman is hard to find, and worth far more than diamonds. Her husband trusts her without reserve, and never has reason to regret it. Never spiteful, she treats him generously all her life long. She always faces tomorrow with a smile; when she speaks she has something worthwhile to say, and she always says it kindly. She keeps an eye on everyone in her household, and keeps them all busy and productive.’
WE MUST thank Liz Walke for the tremendous effort she has put in for Eastbourne in her attempt, along with the encouragement of husband Dave and many friends, to hold on to all the amenities in our local hospital.
Hebrews 6, 10 comes to mind: ‘God is not unjust; he will not forget your work and the love you have shown him as you have helped his people and continue to help them.’